Post by Damian LeStrange on Jan 30, 2010 2:36:08 GMT -5
He had forgotten how annoying teenagers could be.
Yes, his ....outside occupation required that Damian LeStrange work with teenagers, though at the same time, he didn’t really have to deal with them. He told them what to do, and then told them to go away, and that was that. Really, it was a simple process, and one that he rather enjoyed. Unfortunately, now as a new professor (he was still under the annoying title of ‘student teacher’ and would be for another few months, as he was young and new to the teaching thing and the staff wanted to be sure he knew what he was doing before sending him in with the wolves), he needed to deal with teenagers more than he was used to. And, unfortunately, it was difficult.
Damian had a younger sister (and she was in one of his classes), though she wasn’t exactly like the normal teenage girl. She was quiet, shy anxious, and jumpy, and that was what he was used to. These girls..were not like that. Most of them either ignored him, were disgusted by him because of his last name (which annoyed him because a; he was quite proud of his name and lineage, thank you very much, and b; he couldn’t help what life he’d been sent into) or flirted with him, which was possibly just as annoying. He didn’t like the type of girl that would throw themselves at him; he was more of the type that liked the chase.
And., anyway. He was engaged. Even if not by choice.
But, on top of all of that, they were simply annoying. They talked when he was trying to speak and threw things at each other and slept during his lessons. Sleeping during Potions was certainly dangerous; Merlin only knew what would explode and who would end up injured or missing a body part. It was entirely frustrating, especially when they asked questions that he’d already answered and explained six times before that person asked. Teenagers didn’t know how to pay attention, and he wondered what the hell was wrong with their brains that caused for that to happen. He’d always been studious and paid attention. There were the studious ones, of course (Ravenclaw was his favorite house as of now), but they were either strictly Ravenclaws or considered the outcasts of a House. That was even more strange to him; he’d been intelligent and into his studies, though also extremely popular. The norms had changed, he supposed.
Damian was constantly wondering what he had gotten himself into. Sure, the whole teaching bit was simply him biding his time; he had other plans (such as, you know, overtaking the wizarding world as society now knew it and changing it to how it should be, what with purebloods on top) that he had to attend to, though those plans would take lots of time and effort. Until then, he needed to actually appear to be making something out of his life, so not to appear suspicious and to keep his name clear.
Unfortunately, he was having a bad day. He’d gone out drinking the night before to help ease the annoyances of his new occupation, though couldn’t remember anything else past that. His sister was jumpier than usual and wouldn’t look him in the eye and wouldn’t talk to him, so he needed to deal with that later. Some moron had also blown themselves to Kingdom Come in his third period class, and to top it all off, he had a hangover.
Sighing, he cleaned up the rest of the now mess of a cauldron with a wave of his wand before moving back to his desk. He ran a hand through dark brown locks, messing them up quite a bit, though he didn’t seem to take notice. Hands then idly brushed the soot from the explosion off of the standard black robes he wore as tired blue eyes quickly skimmed over his schedule. Well, at least his next class was upper-level-students. Hopefully they wouldn’t be idiots. He wasn’t sure how much he could put up with.
Yes, his ....outside occupation required that Damian LeStrange work with teenagers, though at the same time, he didn’t really have to deal with them. He told them what to do, and then told them to go away, and that was that. Really, it was a simple process, and one that he rather enjoyed. Unfortunately, now as a new professor (he was still under the annoying title of ‘student teacher’ and would be for another few months, as he was young and new to the teaching thing and the staff wanted to be sure he knew what he was doing before sending him in with the wolves), he needed to deal with teenagers more than he was used to. And, unfortunately, it was difficult.
Damian had a younger sister (and she was in one of his classes), though she wasn’t exactly like the normal teenage girl. She was quiet, shy anxious, and jumpy, and that was what he was used to. These girls..were not like that. Most of them either ignored him, were disgusted by him because of his last name (which annoyed him because a; he was quite proud of his name and lineage, thank you very much, and b; he couldn’t help what life he’d been sent into) or flirted with him, which was possibly just as annoying. He didn’t like the type of girl that would throw themselves at him; he was more of the type that liked the chase.
And., anyway. He was engaged. Even if not by choice.
But, on top of all of that, they were simply annoying. They talked when he was trying to speak and threw things at each other and slept during his lessons. Sleeping during Potions was certainly dangerous; Merlin only knew what would explode and who would end up injured or missing a body part. It was entirely frustrating, especially when they asked questions that he’d already answered and explained six times before that person asked. Teenagers didn’t know how to pay attention, and he wondered what the hell was wrong with their brains that caused for that to happen. He’d always been studious and paid attention. There were the studious ones, of course (Ravenclaw was his favorite house as of now), but they were either strictly Ravenclaws or considered the outcasts of a House. That was even more strange to him; he’d been intelligent and into his studies, though also extremely popular. The norms had changed, he supposed.
Damian was constantly wondering what he had gotten himself into. Sure, the whole teaching bit was simply him biding his time; he had other plans (such as, you know, overtaking the wizarding world as society now knew it and changing it to how it should be, what with purebloods on top) that he had to attend to, though those plans would take lots of time and effort. Until then, he needed to actually appear to be making something out of his life, so not to appear suspicious and to keep his name clear.
Unfortunately, he was having a bad day. He’d gone out drinking the night before to help ease the annoyances of his new occupation, though couldn’t remember anything else past that. His sister was jumpier than usual and wouldn’t look him in the eye and wouldn’t talk to him, so he needed to deal with that later. Some moron had also blown themselves to Kingdom Come in his third period class, and to top it all off, he had a hangover.
Sighing, he cleaned up the rest of the now mess of a cauldron with a wave of his wand before moving back to his desk. He ran a hand through dark brown locks, messing them up quite a bit, though he didn’t seem to take notice. Hands then idly brushed the soot from the explosion off of the standard black robes he wore as tired blue eyes quickly skimmed over his schedule. Well, at least his next class was upper-level-students. Hopefully they wouldn’t be idiots. He wasn’t sure how much he could put up with.
